Vintage 2012 whine

The other evening, I was rubbing water-soluble crayon into this art journal page so hard, I gave myself a blister.
Now that's hard-core. [rolls eyes at self]

TwoBoo just about kilt me with his bathtime/bedtime tantrum. I didn't yell back (too much) at him. But that boy commits when he decides he wants something. We try to let him "win" as often as possible, but at what point have we moved from Small Victorytown to Pushover City?

All right. Enough whinging about how haaaaard parenting is. I promise not to give TwoBoo away to the circus. But if they're hiring...